Chapter 374: Truly Worthy of Being the Young Miss

On New Year’s Eve, the festive spirit grows stronger, and televisions are full of New Year’s greetings.

Jiang Qin fiddles with Feng Nanshu’s delicate feet while handling year-end official duties, making her eyes glisten with longing to check his spare phone.

Decisions must be made about the location of new stores in the city. The tech department of the group-buy needs to review project reports and familiarize with Zhihu’s New Year’s discussion page and new user registration.

Moreover, various documents from the Wanzhong Group have been consolidated and sent over.

After all, he’s the second-largest shareholder in Wanzhong, not involved in daily operations, but many critical decisions require his input.

Hm?

Did Jizhou also sign a mall construction project with the Wanzhong Group?

Jiang Qin pauses upon reading this, browses through the email for details, and gradually grasps the general idea.

Jizhou aims to develop its new district, necessitating a new commercial hub. Jizhou is not far from Linchuan, making Wanzhong a smart choice for them.

Currently, the partnership hinges on finding a local contractor, and that’s where progress stalls.

Jiang Qin reviews the contractor list, marks one, stretches, and upon looking up, notes the sky has darkened, and the small rich girl’s toes are pinched red.

“Why are they all red?”

Feng Nanshu lies in bed, looking up at him: “Jiang Qin, you’re such a bad guy.”

Jiang Qin coughs, “Didn’t you want to see the fireworks? Let’s go see them.”

“Give me back my socks first.”

“Where are they?”

“In your pocket, the right one.”

Jiang Qin reaches into his pocket, thinking, damn it, these young people always want the best for themselves, no ambition at all.

Swoosh~

Fizz~Boom!

On New Year’s Eve, brilliant fireworks explode in the sky, illuminating the entire Nan River in a dreamy, dazzling array of colors.

Qin Zi’ang walks on the dark banks of Nan River with a Zippo lighter, changing locations with each firework, avoiding staying in one place, enjoying a guerrilla war.

“Bro, we bought these fireworks, why do you light them like they’re stolen?”

“You weren’t here last year; you don’t know about the dogs we have here.”

Qin Zi’ang stealthily waves, leading his five underlings to another spot before lighting a New Year celebratory firework.

Jiang Qin already walked past the crowd to the Nan River bank, seeing Qin Zi’ang sneaking around mocks him: “You’re already sending them to the sky, why won’t you let me watch? Do you need to be so stingy? Damn cheap!”

“Brother, I want to set off fireworks too,” says Feng Nanshu, looking up at him.

“Let’s go ask Qin Zi’ang for one, we’ll return it after use, still warm.”

Jiang Qin, holding Feng Nanshu’s soft hand, quickly approaches through the crowded Nan River bank.

Just as Qin Zi’ang is about to light another, he spots Jiang Qin and panics: “Jiang Qin, don’t go too far!”

“Don’t run, there’s a ditch behind you, too dangerous. Listen, I won’t light it, let Feng Nanshu have one.”

Qin Zi’ang looks at the aloof Feng Nanshu: “Can’t you please your wife without borrowing from others?”

Feng Nanshu narrows her eyes: “Qin Zi’ang is a good man.”

“What’s all this mess? I’m just borrowing one, will return it soon. Don’t make me guilt-trip you if you refuse!”

After some thought, Qin Zi’ang says: “For Feng Nanshu’s sake, I’ll give you one.”

Jiang Qin jubilantly picks up a firework: “Also lend me your lighter.”

Qin Zi’ang almost curses: “You’ve borrowed the firework, don’t you have a lighter?”

“I didn’t buy any fireworks; what would I do with a lighter?”

“????”

Jiang Qin hands the lighter to the small rich girl, helps align the firework. She squints and ignites the fuse, then hastily steps back.

As the bouquet of lights soar, illuminating the night sky, the vibrant colors also brighten Feng Nanshu’s beautiful eyes.

Little girls always get overjoyed seeing these colorful, glowing things; even if they’re fleeting, it pleases them for a long time.

“Fun?”

Feng Nanshu nods, her delicate eyelashes quivering slightly: “Fun, Jiang Qin, this is the best New Year I’ve ever had.”

Jiang Qin smiles, handing the lighter back to Qin Zi’ang: “Here’s your lighter back. Also, seeing how happy the small rich girl is, I’m giving you a New Year gift.”

“Where’s the gift?”

“You’ll know when you get home. The gift’s for your dad.”

“??”

Qin Zi’ang, utterly confused, thinks, what the hell? You don’t even know where my house is, how can you send a gift? Crazy.

However, when he returns home for the New Year’s Eve dinner, he finds his dad happily drinking, mumbling about blessings.

“Dad, did you get a gift?”

Qin Xiongwei looks surprised, turning towards his son: “How did you know I got a gift?”

Qin Zi’ang is also stunned: “Really? What is it? Bring it out; my fireworks were expensive!”

Qin Xiongwei looks up: “The old city district reconstruction in Jizhou. We’ve been trying to get involved but never had a connection. This time, we caught the new city construction train.”

Qin Zi’ang: “?????”

“Did you know Linchuan has a famous shopping mall brand named Wanzhong? The Jizhou municipal government wants to introduce this mall. I knew this and had been negotiating in private with them, hoping they’d recommend us as the local contractor, but they ignored me.”

“And then?”

Qin Xiongwei scratches his head: “I don’t know why, but they suddenly agreed tonight, calling it a New Year’s gift.”

Qin Zi’ang: “……”

The new district’s construction is a major project, but without the commercial hub, it’s all for naught. Thus, the partnership with Wanzhong Group is key.

Qin Zi’ang’s dad smells money, so he quietly contacts Wanzhong, hoping they can recommend them as the contractor for this project.

Since new city construction spans years, maybe even decades, involving big projects, if they can get involved, even just a couple, it would mean incredible wealth.

Jiang Qin noticed Qin Zi’ang’s dad’s company on the list tonight. After all, Zi’ang’s bravado of offering to pay for everyone in the high school cafeteria is known throughout South City, so his dad’s company is well-known.

He has four wishes.

Family safety and health, joy for the small rich girl, serious wealth, and world peace.

Tonight, Qin Zi’ang fulfilled one of Jiang Qin’s wishes, and Jiang reciprocated for his dad—a give and take. After all, they had to find a local contractor anyway; it’s all just business.

“Zi’ang?”

“Ah? Nothing, dad, I’m heading to my room.”

Qin Zi’ang strides upstairs, boots up the computer, and the first headline about Wanzhong Mall he sees is about Linchuan’s young entrepreneur Jiang Qin becoming the second-largest shareholder of the Wanzhong Group.

Qin Zi’ang is silent for a while, thinking just how useful pleasing his wife can be. No wonder Yang Shuan calls his aunt so shamelessly.

That night, Qin Zi’ang logs into QQ and changes his ‘life of drift and hardship’ status to ‘Endurance and Wealth.’

Meanwhile, the Jiang family starts their New Year’s Eve dinner, Uncle Gong arriving early with heaps of gifts.

Feng Nanshu just got home and changed when the doorbell rings. She dashes to open it, telling Uncle Gong not to be so formal since they lack nothing.

The Jiang family has had relatives visiting constantly lately; the small rich girl picked up this polite phrase from Yuan Youqin quickly and well.

Uncle Gong, a bit lost for words, thinks, the young miss isn’t even married off yet!

“Uncle Gong, you’ve arrived? Please, have a seat.”

Jiang Zhenghong comes out from the kitchen: “The dumplings are almost ready.”

Uncle Gong sets down the gifts: “It’s really no trouble at all; Nan Shu is so sweet, our whole family welcomes her with open arms.”

“That’s good, that’s good.”

Jiang Zhenghong welcomes Uncle Gong inside, pours him a cup of tea: “Is Nan Shu going back to Shanghai after the New Year?”

Uncle Gong rubs his hands: “It used to be like that, but it seems the young miss here doesn’t even know where her home is anymore.”

Jiang Zhenghong nods, looks towards the kitchen, feeling a bit worried.

Leaving a young girl like Nan Shu at home for the New Year’s, although far from proper, may invite unwelcome questions, even if there’s no ill intent.

But Nan Shu is so endearing, not just to the impulsive Yuan Youqin but also to her old father who feels deeply saddened by the thought of not having her as a daughter-in-law.

“Please have a seat, I’ll help in the kitchen.”

“Alright.”

Uncle Gong sips his tea, looking at Feng Nanshu: “Young miss, where did that bracelet come from?”

Previously at the villa for Spring Festival preparations, the small rich girl was afraid of breaking the delicate item, but today, she couldn’t resist wearing it.

Feng Nanshu raises her arm, swaying it slightly: “This is Jiang Qin’s family heirloom.”

“Even the family heirloom is in your hands now, truly worthy of you, young miss.”

Feng Nanshu suddenly puffs up her cheeks: “Uncle Gong, what are you saying? I don’t understand.”

Uncle Gong is taken aback and looks around to find Jiang Qin coming out of the room.

He had been buried in writing the 2010 annual plan, steps out and sees Uncle Gong giving a thumbs up, exclaiming, “Truly worthy of you, young miss.”

“?”

“Uncle Gong, what has the small rich girl done now?”

“Nothing, young master. Just heard the young miss set off fireworks tonight.”

Jiang Qin scratches his head, heads to the dining room for a glass of water, thinking, what’s going on? Feels like someone’s tricking me.